A BLANK CANVAS

Totally blank is the canvas, when born one is

You paint it, with colours of your choice, the way you please.

Incomplete remain it will if paint it you don't before life does cease.

Some paint it with Earthy colours; some love things bright;

Yet others pastel shades love; those of the sky, or fading Sunlight.

I love colours various, those which Nature depicts, on white.

Paint each one of us must a picture, of our own choice.

Some so beautifully do it; as if speak up it would in it's own voice.

Life is a canvas blank to be painted with strokes n colours of our choice.

Armin Dutia Motashaw